Duns Scotus's Oxford

Towery city |&| branchy between towers;
  Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarm{`e}d, lark charm{`e}d, rook racked,
river-rounded;
  The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country |&| town did
Once encounter in, here coped |&| pois{`e}d powers;
Thou hast a base |&| brickish skirt there, sours
  That neighbour-nature thy grey beauty is grounded
  Best in; graceless growth, thou hast confounded
Rural, rural keeping — folk, flocks, |&| flowers.

Yet ah! this air I gather |&| I release
  He lived on: these weeds |&| waters, these walls are what
He haunted who of all men most sways my spirits to peace;
  Of realty the rarest-vein{`e}d unraveller; a not
Rivalled insight, be rival Italy or Greece;
  Who f{'i}red Fr{'a}nce for M{'a}ry with{'o}ut sp{'o}t.